Page 43 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“Good fucking god.” J sounded nearly worried, and I almost asked what was wrong before he answered for me. “I made a fucking mess, baby. There’s no playing this off like I just missed the tissue.”
I couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that shot through me, giggling as I lifted my fingers and took a look at the damage I’d done too.
“Looks like it’ll be laundry day for both of us.”
J chuckled, a sound of satisfaction and exhaustion humming out of him right after. “You are hot as hell, Maple. And as much as phone sex wasn’t the plan, I amso gladit went there. You can rest assured we’ll be playing Truth or Dare again.”
My cheeks were pure flame, and I really did need to clean all this up. “We’ll see. I’ve gotta go. Talk later.”
“Talk real damn soon, Maple. Really,reallysoon.”
The next morning, I was feeling significantly sapped of energy after my late-night conversation, so I made a beeline for the coffee shop after my first class.
You might think that after spending so much time t working in a coffee shop, I wouldn’t be a fan of them, but this one was adorable. It was cozy and filled with plants, giving it a much homier feel than the one I worked at. That one was cold and detached—like a corporate, soulless chain.
I liked my caffeine with a little character.
“Hey! What can I get for you?” the barista asked as I made it to the counter.
“I’ll have a decaf caramel latte, a croissant, and the mini pancakes. Oh, and a piece of chocolate cake!” I beamed.
I was craving some serious sugar.
They took payment and told me to sit at a table, and they would bring my food shortly. I chose a cozy booth in the corner that was empty despite the busy hour. The shop was an amalgamation of so many different scents, but it wasn’t overpowering or uncomfortable. The main scents I could pick up on were baked goods and coffee, which worked perfectly for me.
“Here you go!” a perky voice said as a tray was placed in front of me. Another thing I really adored about the coffee shopwas that it was fast. There was something uniquely cruel about making a pregnant woman wait for her sugar fix, so fast was perfect.
One hand rested on my teeny tiny bump as I sipped on my drink. I needed a little sweet treat. Saying I was frazzled would be an understatement. The previous night had been… well, amazing. There was something about J that was magnetic and hard to resist.
He reminded me of an overexuberant puppy in the best way. Happy-go-lucky, full of energy, but it turned out he also had a filthy mouth on him that made me weak in the knees and led to very enjoyable orgasms.
Pulling out my phone, I took a quick picture of my plate loaded with goodies and my coffee cup and shot it off to the group chat.
Maple
A much-needed sweet treat! Don’t ask me how much syrup is in the coffee, because I will plead the fifth!
D
You couldn’t even attempt to incorporate some fruit?
I smirked at the grumpy pack lead’s reply. One of the fun things about our relationship being solely online was that I could tease him without fear of any repercussions—and after last night, I was feeling rather bold.
Maple
Oh yeah… I don’t know when I last had fruit.
D
Water?
Maple
Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.
Grinning to myself, I put my phone down and picked up my coffee, determined to enjoy my treat.
Chapter 14
